#1.5 STOPWATCH : MAX

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Max glares down at the target bellow where she suspends herself up in the ceiling, her dark hood partially blocking her side view....Her mind had been busy and colorful al day, making the normally easy and smooth task at hand exceptionally more difficult.

If only she could ever remember.. Remember anything from the past. She wasn't at all even sure how she had landed her present occupations at SHIELD or her part time at the burger place she works at for domestic entertainment.

The man walks directly under the assassin, oblivious to her presence until it's far too late and a small dagger has sliced through his spinal column normally protected by strong vertebrae. Max glances around carefully as she supports the not half bad looking corpse. Course he's a corpse now and so there's nothing his looks can do for him.... Perhaps maybe she should consider looking at their face before killing.

She stops to glare at the ground as a memory of having her own spinal cord slashed flashes past here eyes. She looks back down at the man and apologizes.

' Stupid Mercenary' She silently sighs. She still favors the Merc and Arachnid far too much to attached to think of forcing herself to be angry. She had been asking for it...

Max stashes the body out of sight, well hidden before moving on.

She brings up a mental image she had memorized of the base. She contemplated how to get to the next floor. Vents? Or elevator shaft?

Stop pretending like nothing is wrong. Now you're fearful and angry. Angry that there is nothing you can do about it. Her resource says in an indifferent tone.

" Well thank you very much for that. You see if you could shut your stupid mouth then perhaps I could have totally made this once in a lifetime one shot a thing to remember and now I'm going to have to follow some sappy, depressing plot. Thanks For that." Max says, glaring at something just to imagine it being the one who gives her Intel.

Take the vents. Less likely to be spotted. The records sigh.

" I feel like some excitement and being lazy. Takin the elevator." Max declares. No need to be nervous about Simone hearing you when your advanced hearing can't even pick up the possible listener.

She walks towards where the elevator should be located, wiping away the blood from her small knife as she does so. The knife in all truth is just for show normally. Weapons ( excluding guns) are a bit useless if you can form curved, sharp daggers on the ends of your digits on command. Being a dragon an all...

Being Someone who technically doesn't exist, Max is spared the need to worry about leaving her prints around, course she still avoids touching commonly used buttons and such. Germs and all that you know? Never know what sort of strange thing you can pick up in these dark labs and based. Could be some advanced form of Ebola, alien disease, or like those sort of hot fics where there is some sort of infection this substance the forces Someone into needing to 'mate'. You never know what's around these places and Max had no interest in getting sick, possessed by some symbiote, or be the star of some porn fic. She already has her own problematic 'season' she has to ride through, no need to add another.

" So the whole point of that was that I pressed the button with my elbow, but I'm not normally a germaphobe... Just, yeah" Max says moving around the corner.

No camera nor mics in the compartment. There is one occupant by in the right corner going to the floor below but it'll stop here from continuing.

" Well, that's some Sade security. So looks-wise from a scale of 1-10?"

Her resource sighs. Six... Is this question relevant?